Masharia kanyari

The Big Tree

I am a big treeMagnificent, With branches cast wide, With my Bark thick and coarse, Fit for the top of this hill that I call home, Weather elements are my closest companion, I have defied Gale force winds, And Endless hours in the tropical sun,

I am a big tree, I can afford to lose a branch or two, I bear fruit for all generously and freely, And given the time of day, A decent shade for the animals too, I accomodate all; I remain too big to discriminate, Some like the fruit, others consider my leaves gourmet, Especially those with an emerald hue,

I am a big tree, Yet even I have worries too, Charcoal fumes and chain-saw roars taint my peace, The Lumberman is here- my dreaded foe, A God given dominion, a narrow mind, a motorised saw, So much brain; I only wonder why it eludes him so, Am I of greater value as I stand? Or as a wad of currency in his hand?